Jack of Harts

I met a girl.  I’ve been here for an hour, looking for words, and that’s all I’ve got.  I met a girl.  She’s a good kisser.  I don’t even know her name.  I’m supposed to be screening candidates for a position.  I keep seeing her face.  I can’t forget her scent.  It’s like I’m back in high school.  I never could concentrate on my homework back then.  So many girls, so little time to dream about them all.  Now I got time, and just one girl.  I really have to see her again.